A Funhouse Hall of Mirrors in Deep Space

A funhouse hall of mirrors in deep space
distorts a galaxy. Untold reflections
hit my retinas, each a hideous face
laughing gruesomely from all directions.

I’m orbiting in the vicinity
of the most warped place in the universe,
black hole of mirrors. God, that galaxy
behind it, how contorted! And what’s worse,

I’ll shortly be contorted, too. Oh, light
revolving round and round that heavy lump
of gravity, you are a puzzling sight.
This mega hall of horrors aims to dump

me, as I stray too near its lethal edge,
into its core. And as I plunge and crack,
a mirror tumbling off the comic ledge,
I hope, at least, I’ll make a tasty snack.

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​(Appeared in Quora: Poems about Self-image and Self-esteem.)